I’ve started to do such strange things.
I dress sensibly, depending on how cold it is (mostly in wool these days). And I actually bother to wash with the right detergent. I fix my work-lunch the night before, and find clothes for the next day because I hate rummaging around in my closet in the morning when I’m a zombie. I go to bed early if I have an early morning. I deliver assignments before the deadline. I study cardiovascular pathology on a friday night.
I must be gravely ill. Possibly dying.
